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THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY.
Bonnie lassie, will ye go, will ye go, will ye go, Bonnie lassie, will ye go to the birks of Aberfeldy ?
Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
Bonnie lassic, &c.
While o'er their heads the hazels hing,
Bonnie lassie, dc.
The braes ascend like lofty wa's,
Bonnie lassie, doc.
The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers,
Bonnie lassie, &c.
Let fortune's gifts at random flee,
Bonnie lassie, &c.*
This is written in the same measure as the Birks of Abergeldie, an old Scottish song, from which nothing is borrowed but the chorus.
STAY, MY CHARMER, CAN YOU
Tune, " An Gille dubh ciar dhubh.”
Cruel charmer, can you go!
By my love so ill requited;
Do not, do not leave me so !
Thickest night o'erhang my dwelling!
Howling tempests o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling,
Still surround my lonely cave!
Crystal streamlets gently flowing,
Busy haunts of base mankind, Western breezes softly blowing,
Suit not my distracted mind.
In the cause of right engaged,
Wrongs injurious to redress, Honour's war we strongly waged,
But the heavens deny'd success.
Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us,
Not a hope that dare attend, The wide world is all before us
But a world without a friend !*
* Strathallan, it is presumed, was one of the followers of the young chevalier, and is supposed to THE YOUNG HIGHLAND ROVER.
Tune, “ Morag."
Loud blaw the frosty breezes,
The snaws the mountains cover; Like winter on me seizes,
Since my young highland rover
Far wanders nations over. Where'er he go, where'er he stray,
May heaven be his warden; Return him safe to fair Strathspey,
And bonnie Castle-Gordon !
The trees now naked groaning,
Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging, The birdies dowie moaning,
Shall a' be blythely singing,
And every flower be springing.
When by his mighty warden
And bonnie Castle-Gordon*.
RAVING WINDS AROUND HER BLOWING.
Tune,“ MʻGrigor of Rero's Lament.”
Raving winds around her blowing,
be lying concealed in some cave of the Highlands, after the battle of Culloden. This song was written before the year 1788.
E. * The young highland rover, is supposed to be the
young chevalier, Prince Charles-Edward. E.
Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow,
“O'er the past too fondly wandering,
MUSING ON THE ROARING OCEAN.
Tune, “ Druimion dubh."
Musing on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my love and me; Wearying heaven in warın devotion,
For his weal where'er he be.
Hope and fear's alternate billow
Yielding late to nature's law, Whisp'ring spirits round my pillow
Talk of him that's far awa.
Ye whom sorrow never wounded,
Ye who never shed a tear, Care-untroubled, joy-surrounded,
Gaudy day to you is dear.
Gentle night, do thou befriend me s
Downy sleep, the curtain draw; Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
* The occasion on which this poem was written is unknown to the editor. It is an early composition.
BLYTHE WAS SHE.
Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben : Blythe by the banks of Ern,
And blythe in Glenturit glen.
By Oughtertyre grows the aik,
On Yarrow banks, the birken shaw;
Her looks were like a flow'r in May
Her smile was like a simmer morn;
Her bonnie face it was as meek
As ony lamb upon a lee;
The Highland hills I've wander'd wide,
And o'er the Lowlands I hae been; But Phemie was the blythest lass That ever trode the dewy green.
A ROSE-BUD BY MY EARLY WALK.
A rose-bud by my early walk,
All on a dewy morning.
Ere twice the shades o' dawn are ded,